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It's 2AM and it's raining again |
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And I'm feeling tired in my heart |
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And I can't shift it out again |
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And I know about the way it feels |
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And I know just what it entails |
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And we take our positions on the firing line |
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It's nearly time |
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It's raining again and |
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I feel like |
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I'm playing a part |
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From the start and |
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I feel like |
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I'm taking apart |
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The way it's been going |
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When their money can talk and the rain won't stop |
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And your glory days have taken a beating |
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Stick around for your fortune and fame |
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Put your hours in the bank of no interest claim '49 when the gold rush came now it's 1987 |
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Some things never change |
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Talk to me insecurity as it bleeds me |
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But got this fire that burns |
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Got a heart that just never learns |
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And the fortune and the fame |
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Looking back upon the days when the band couldn't play |
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Take it all |
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So wake up stay up you look wonderful |
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Wake up stay up |
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Got a bitter little cocktail of our weaknesses and faults |
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And we trampled it in the mud till it was emotional pulp |
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It's 3AM and it's raining again |
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And I'm feeling tired |
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Felt a little bit lucky, had a cease-fire for the night |
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My magazine was running dry |
